Terminal C
Coffee for the late night
Crowds rolling in
Put on your fake smile
And that light baby blue apron
Practicing your hellos
Goodbyes at the same time
Watching everyone go
Into the dark sky
Crying out your eyes
In some company breakroom
Telling yourself lies
Like you'll be out of here soon
You say "I'll meet some nice boy
And he'll take me far away from this place
Get married have a couple kids"
Living out the life that you always dreamed
But this single room apartment gets smaller everyday
No matter how many graveyard shifts
I just can't make enough to save me
Autor(es): Helltown